Chapter 68: A Game of Push and Pull (Elina's POV)
"What's wrong?" I blinked at Damon, feigning innocence despite my racing heart. "Alpha Blackwood, you just told me to find my ceremonial lip stain and leave. Isn't that what I'm diligently doing?"
I exaggerated my searching motions, though the blush from our kiss hadn't fully faded from my cheeks. The effect of my teasing was immediate – Damon's jaw tightened, and I could sense his wolf bristling with frustration.
He pressed his lips together, clearly suppressing a growl. After a moment, he swallowed and loosened his grip on my waist.
"Go ahead and find it," he said, his voice deceptively calm.
I didn't move immediately. Instead, I leaned down, deliberately pressing myself against his abdomen. I pretended to search for the seat control
